Death Master's Second Chance

The skeletal hands holding the all powerful wand. Pale and white, thick and thin. Beckoning the boy to be right there, to stand there, to come and accept his death, for the greater good of all the wizarding world.

"Avada Kadabra!" Voldemort shouts with his might to the seventeen year old boy, ready to accept death for his family and all they fought for and died for.

For his friends, for Fred, for Remus, for Tonks, for Sirius. Green light of a flash, Harry closed his eyes, breathing calmly, remembering all the times he had been, so young, the good, and the bad.